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There were four regiments commanded by O'Neils, two by O'Briens, two by O'Kellys, one each by McCarthy More, Maguire, O'More, O'Donnell, McMahon, and Magennis, principally recruited among their own clansmen. There were also the regiments of Sarsfield, Nugent, De Courcy, Fitzgerald, Grace, and Burke, chiefly Celts, in the rank and file.
Thus O'Neill, O'Reilly, O'More, and the rest, without being aware of the fact, became schismatics, though many of them, perhaps all, did not see the connection between the various sessions of that long Parliament.
"Never saw so many pretty girls under one roof in my life!" exclaimed Tom; "I'm over head and ears in love with every one of them." "`There's luck in odd numbers, cried Rory O'More," answered Desmond; "to my fancy, the girl I last danced with is handsomer than any of them.
'There! cried Ulick O'More, 'I may wish you all good-bye. There's an end of it. Mr. Kendal stood aghast. 'He's insulted my father and my family, cried Ulick, 'and does he think I'll write another cipher for him? 'Your uncle? 'Don't call him my uncle. I wish I'd never set eyes on his wooden old face, to put the family name and honour in the power of such as he. 'What has he done to you?
His fears were without cause. Freckles was the soul of honor and simplicity. "Have they been telling you what's come to me?" he asked without even waiting for a greeting. "Yes," said the Angel's father. "Do you think you have the very worst of it clear to your understanding?" Under Freckles' earnest eyes the Man of Affairs answered soberly: "I think I have, Mr. O'More."
Such being the case, his magnanimity was the less amazing when he said, 'Albinia, there is no reason that O'More should not eat his Christmas dinner here. 'Very well. I trust he will not think it needful still to be self-denying. 'It is not our part to press advances which are repelled, said Sophy.
He said they were anxious to do all they could to help bind Freckles' arrangements with the Angel, as both he and Lady O'More regarded her as the most promising girl they knew, and one who could be fitted to fill the high position in which Freckles would place her. Every word he uttered was pungent with bitterness to McLean.
So when I began to tell him how it began from Tigearnach, the O'More of Ballymakilty, that was Tanist of Connaught, in the time of King Mac Murrough, and that killed Phadrig the O'Donoghoe in single combat at the fight of Shoch-knockmorty, and bit off his nose, calling it a sweet morsel of revenge, what does he do but tell me I was mad, and that he would have none of my nonsensical tales of the savage Irish.
Terence O'More had stepped from the gang-plank, leading a little daughter, so like him, it was comical. There followed a picture not easy to describe. The Angel in the full flower of her beauty, richly dressed, a laugh on her cameo face, the setting sun glinting on her gold hair, escorted by her eldest son, who held her hand tightly and carefully watched her steps.
It depicted the famous drawing-room scene, in its native element, the moon squinting through inky clouds at Lucy swooning on the sofa, while the lofty presence of the Polysyllable discharged the fluid from the inkstand. 'Did Mr. O'More give you this? asked Mr. Kendal. 'No, it tumbled out of his paper-case.
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